No time like the Crescent...

[Emily Makerith]

The Ithaeur nods, and watches the others.

"Not the most catchy of names, is it? Bet there's a story there too," Emily says gently with a smile. More like Red than I realise some times. "Still. I want the same. I'd be happy to tell you about me..." She glances past Hector to the others, "...though maybe some other time? Wouldn't wanna bore folks." The Ithaeur slowly circles round to the others. "What do you think? Can you give me a shot?" She directs at Chris with a hopeful smile and finally Viola, where the smile fades.

[Viola Jones]

Hector is far to...this! for his own damn good.

Viola's lips are pressed together in a fierce frown. Her eyes are narrowed and her dead eyes, piercing.

...but, she doesn't say nay.

Her arms cross and her hip juts, "It's Carillon Call. Catchy enough." sarcasm thick, tongue picks at a tooth, this blue haired bitch will find out about Necessary Guile and it's continued calling them Bells sooner or latter. Looking like a sooner, be Hector is to fucking this for his own damn good.

[Chris Laurent]

Chris mouths the pack's name silently as Hector references it and then again as Viola says it. Why the hell is Carillon so hard to say right. Finally the Irraka shrugs.

"We would be stronger and you would fill a needed calling." A grin cracks across the Irraka's face and grows into a laugh. "I've been hoping a Crescent would show up. Ahhh."

"There's some questions I have about Fetishes and Wounds." Chris takes a moment to scratch at the short beard he's trying to grow. "Well, questions about Magath and Wounds and all that nasty."

[Hector]

Hector watches and listens.

Viola doesn't say much. Doesn't need to. With their Rahu, no words are often better than words.

And Chris? The Irraka has questions already. The kind an Ithaeur can really assist with. Good.

The homeless man hawks, then farts, in contemplation. There may even be a butt scratch in their too. And he smiles in a saintly fashion.

"Well, I guess if there is no dissent, then this Alpha can take you on. Looks like there is a role already made for you. And I guess the hunt will show your character when the time comes."

And poof! Emily is part of Carilon Call. Welcome.

[Emily Makerith]

"It's better," Emily says, meeting Viola's leer at last.

She turns to Chris. "Sure. I can meet you later and cover the basics, if you like. It'd help to know what you know about spirits in the first place."

Emily watched the Alpha... her Alpha. "Don't worry 'bout me, cheif. I got plenty of character." She smiles broadly.

Yeah. I've missed this.

I guess this is pretty much a wrap then?

[Emily Makerith]

Just going ahead and closing this now